She, The Moon

The sun —
a sugar moon behind
thick cloud banks,
held its place above
the black, stillwater
all afternoon.
The wind-hushed,
thin sheet of glass
held her weightless body
still atop the mirror
within human harbor
and perfect cove.
The sun fell away and the
daywater’s nightshade
filled the sky now
until everything was flat.
In the evening she walked
among the sweet-smelling
nightgrass in the field that
the seasons gave and took
from within her window frame
her whole life. Tonight,
it felt different — the slender
moonlit breezes, the slick
dew on her hands.

Artwork Courtesy of Reda Khalil